Bliss Tastes Like...???

One red rose crosses stems with one pink rose. Both dried keepsakes. Resting, nestled next to three melon tea candles. New found like of purple as a result of an experimental nail polish. Thank God for trying new things. Just might like it. Thank God for meeting new people. Just might end up lovin' them. Peace come in and self indulgence take over. Spoiled by self. Adored by self. It's all for the taking and upon taking it all in, take none of it for granted. Slowly sippin from a cup; witnessing the day. Ticking with time. Reaper of rhythm. Slayer of those absent a third eye. Marching through life triumphant yet tranquil. Peace be still. Husssshhhhhhhhh; keeper of secrets. Mistress of desire. Life is a fancy, of its pleasures may I never retire. Plush is the fruit; luscious for the picking. No matter what the weather, under the moonlight, may there forever be naked dancing. For even in the midst of the roughest storms, one can still hear the angels singing. A child's smile, a woman's laughter. A girl's innocence, a man's rapture. A lonely tear. An amazing sight. A vision of love. Butterflies flirting and candles lined up to shape your zodiac sign. A new girl friend. Forgiving a past lover. A new revelation. A real pulse racing nightmare. A great dream. These are a few of my favorite things. A clear view of the moon. My favorite love songs. A surprise. Giggles. Tickles. Experiments gone horribly right. Making love til dawn, then all the way to and through the following night.